4/1/1939

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The wide sweep of your living dwindlea me

And my horizon to a hole-in-wall

Room for no movement save the roving eye's And cat acquaintance with a gutter world.

You in your spring possess the greening leaf The early leap from bed, the splashing song As from a water-tap the fountain falla--- Inundate bliss, akin open to barrage.

And inwardly your mind takes broader scope From its environment; a sen-plane set Amidst the fuzz of foam, but free to rise And storm the volleys of the alien fire.

Comparefl with yours, my thoughts limp in their gait And seem a feeble protest when the guns roar out.